Tonalité : D minor•
Intro 1
Dm
Bb
F
Dm
Bb
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Dm
Verse 1
Dm
It's
not a trick question
Yeah I'm smoking dope
Walk through the door,
get your camera phones
Bb
F
Come through, mechanic shit
Dm
Get your hammers on
If you want a peace treat
Call my cellular phone
It's not a trick question
I don't fuck with opps
I don't rock with cops
I send a bunch of shots
Bb
F
Some cops be cool because
Dm
they give me passes
Doing 110 in my car
They like "this nigga savage"
I got the Glock, Tony, Sosa I'm Sammy
I'ma dog and a lion bitch, I ain't Bambi
Bb
Dm
Catch the bag like Randy
F
Long as this money in it
Dm
She told me that her pussy tight
I fit my Johnny it
Fuck that bitch then I'm dipping
Yeah I'm really pimping
I'ma Kobe Bryant,
you's a Scottie Pippen
Bb
I got my semi in it
F
Dm
The club in Philly with it
Then I leave Philly with a
Bunch of silly bitches
Tricks are for kids,
you need a Doctor Kid
Cause when I'm done
stitching your ass
Don't let your mama see it
Bb
In my 4K TV house,
F
Dm
it's a bunch of shit
Come in here tryna hit a lick
Commercial get a bunch of beats
I'm cooling with the stars in the sky
Don't be fucking with my
dogs cause they bite
Bb
Dm
I hop out looking like some raw in the pipe
Like it's Memorials Day, got on all white
I had a dream like Doctor King
What can you bring to the table?
Bb
I got lots of things
Dm
F
Dm
I got Tommies, I got mobster things
Come through like a janitor,
we moping things
Forensics come check it out
Come in here won't make it out
Like new clothes, I lay it
Out, boy fuck around, get aired out
Bb
You play the shit off, I play it out
F
Dm
You mumble the shit,
nigga say it out
Shoot your ass like a lil mud dog
What the fuck you eating, nigga? Spit it out
Pull up in a Hummer,
looking for some mamas
Know I ain't gon' fuck her
Cause he looks like his mother
Bb
His baby mama cumming,
Dm
cumming on my Johnson
F
Cause I be doing numbers
Dm
Cause I be getting money
It's not a trick question
What you a magician?
I treat your block like a classroom
Bb
I'm subbing it put your face on some rims
F
Bitch I'm dubbing it
Dm
Told you my pistol was celibate
Don't fuck with it
I'm like a husky,
you're like a puppy
I'm sipping muddy all day and night
Bb
I'm Kid Cudi
F
Dm
F
She got a buddy, and she tryna fuck me
Dm
Take that baby home with his
Pacifier then suck me
I got a blue pipe, it glow like blue lights
Make your face camouflage,
you got troops
Right?
Bb
F
This dope I'm smoking on,
Dm
F
it smoke like
Right?
Dm
You get it, that's a dope
line in Chicago
All white
Got a bitch named Moussi, she
give me coochie
This that Gucci, no this
Bb
ain't no Coogi
F
Dm
F
Free Gucci, get hit with the Uz i
Dm
Free T- Slick,
he come through with the toolie
Push your hairline, barber shop
I got a Jordan shot
You shoot like Chris Bosh
Bb
Dm
I was smoking, I was leaning, leaning hard
Dm
I be leaning like I'm standing
F
on the balcony
Dm
Bang
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